Hope you are all doing well during these strange times that we are living in. 2020 is a year we won’t forget in a hurry right?
I started off this season not knowing what to do with myself but after some much needed reflection I’ve come to realise that there is great purpose in this season.
However, this past week I went in to school to work. There were only a handful of kids in school and we actually had a good time. It was great to see some of my colleagues again, haven’t seen many faces for the past couple of weeks.
Yesterday I woke up with a headache, sometimes I get a headache when I’m supposed to be writing something or when an idea is about to be birthed – I like to think that this is Gods way of speaking to me. Ever happen to you? So, yesterday my headache led me upstairs to the empty staff room where I played some music, prayed and opened up my Mac book.
When I put my fingers to the keyboard my mind stilled on the topic of human emotions. I wrote a poem that started with the word ‘torment,’ then I was inspired to write metaphors about different human emotions. I’ve been reading through the book of Isaiah these past couple of weeks and I’ve seen so many metaphors. It’s amazing! God – the Master Poet. I finished the poem that morning and shared it with a couple of my colleagues.
Now I would like to share it with you all!
I would appreciate it if you could read the poem and respond in the comments by letting me know what your favourite line or image is in the poem and why.
I hope the words minister to you or give you food for thought 🙂
Thanks for reading
Torment is a pounding headache that won’t relent,
Denial is a promise blocker;
Insecurity is an armed robber on release;
Jealousy is a fish bite.
Inadequacy is like taking a knife to a gun fight;
Guilt is a stab wound, it pricks like a pin and leaks like a tap
Regret is the drought after the rain,
Selfishness is that itch in the midst of your pain.
Pride is the walk you take along the edge of a cliff;
Lust is a fat wallet full of sugar paper;
Solitude is a continual beating of a drum,
Deception is the loss you face after you’ve won.
Abuse is that broken branch on the tree;
And silence is a prisoner that wants to be free.
By Desiri Okobia